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She came like the Angel in heaven When I see, I feel like keep staring at her Feel like kissing her lips When she smile like a flower Feel like flying, like the wind Go and tell her my love My heart pleads She is a Goddess Will entire life be enough to appreciate her beautiful face Her scent is in the air Are the flowers blooming with her thoughts in their mind Seeing the strand of hair waving on her forehead Lightning strikes in my heart One look will make my legs go loose Seeing her cheeks, I feel like kissing them Seeing her feet, I dream of becoming her anklets

Sky above, Earth below, Listen to me Heed my sorrow. Daughter of Him Sorcerer Divine Come to me now This is my time Magic I need Through Time and Space Break these words, Undo this disgrace. Give me thy power Let me ascend Mine is the glory To protect and defend I accept thy Will Forever Amen. The collar around her neck

“I am… My baby… We need help. Jesus, help me. I…I… P-please. J-just… H-help. C… We… I… Argh!” She refused to keep being timid with her pleas, and surprisingly, she felt immense strength overcome her. Her face lifted as if she could see the heavens itself, she cried, “Jesus Christ! God! Help me. I need to escape! This is hell. Jesus, this is hell! My baby needs to survive. I need to survive! Help me! P-please…. Please. Please. Please. Please. Ha!!!!” Her body could not stay still any more; every part of her burned for that freedom, every part of her begged for that freedom. “Hear me. Listen to me. Answer me. Jesus! Whoever is seated in the heavens! Help me!”

“Trust me, kitten. I’m awesome.” He pecked my lips a few more times. His voice dropped low and rough. “Until now, I was fighting alone. Now it’s both of us. My Luna isn’t a pushover, and she is my greatest strength.” I couldn’t help the foolish smile that spread across my face. The light, airy feeling I got when he spoke made my worries seem distant. Just a minute ago, I was beating myself up over my mistake. Now, I felt like I was floating.

Didn't choose but it's the only one we've got And sometimes I get so tired Of getting tied up in my thoughts You're the only one that often makes it stop God, it hurts to be human Without you I'd be losing And someday we'll face the music God, it hurts to be human But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you, hey And you've got me, me, me, me, too Like we're buckled and preparing before the crash Like we're walking down a road of broken glass Now if we defeat all odds And it was us against the world You can count on me You know I'd have your back God, it hurts to be human Without you I'd be losing And someday we'll face the music God, it hurts to be human

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

We tried different twirls to the point where our arms became entangled in each other, causing us both to laugh out loud. When the music slowed down, we slowly swayed together. Her small hand in mine. My other hand on her waist. Her hand on my chest. I was surprised that I didn’t step on her toes. At least, not that much. The band played ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias and it just felt like a perfect moment. I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my very breath away.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

She cried out as she can to let my ears be struck by her echoes. "Ms. Dandelion, it is my responsibility to save your friend from getting persecuted by uncertainty and misery!" I said and let go of my hand off her kindness. How sweet of her though and I do pity myself for refusing offers like that continuously. Grace doesn't have to do that, I came to implore for help and not take gratitude. The moon gave me a route to run away from the promise that might not be retained forever. Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual.

Tonight like every other night, Tyler saw a really tall man with a lean frame majestically standing in front of his window, his hands behind his back. His chin length hair was as dark as the night and streaked with crimson. Tyler's favourite part of his dream was the man's hair. Like every other night, he waited for him to turn around so he could see his face but he never did. With his hair as beautiful as that, Tyler was sure his face was going to take the breath away from his lungs. When he spoke, Tyler melted. The man's voice was like honey and saccharine. Tyler tried to accord meaning to the words but couldn't .